In the Milano Natural History Museum there are many dioramas, painted backdrops with 3 dimensional reconstructed habitats for taxidermic animals. People love to visit the animals, imagine their lives in the jungle or desert. Personally, I go to look at the skies of the painted backdrops and imagine quite another reality. Thoughts of lost summers, memories trigger imagination into a life i could have lived in this sky in these colours where a technicolor movie narrative awaits me.
the clouds never looked that way before
clouds very high look not one word helped them get up there. Ikkyu
Running i fell there. Heart pounding breath. Clouds speed of my life. Hand, insect, still a moment.
Clouds come from time to time - and bring to men a chance to rest from looking at the moon. Basho
Everything seen as clouds. Clouds close, thousands of water droplets…made of many not one. Some drop
Transparent. So real it feels unreal.
Clouds...consciousness watching itself
Were you there ? Can you remember the sounds of sea. The wind. Remember? Or do you forget?
Homesick.
Winter’s coming, geese go south. Heart follows though I stay here. watching leaves fall and the sun